The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-01-07

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if you seek it the light will come. If
you have sinned, repent; if you have
suffered wrong, forgive.
"Nol Curse him! Tllnot forgive him."
Unheeding this outburst, the e~vangel-
list continued. PUT away bitterness
from your heart, and in the quiet OF
your home speak gently with God of
your sorrow, as gently as when she
you loved did listen. He will hear
and receive you, and in his pardon
you shall escape condemnation"
The two men walked to the thicket
of pines, where the burro still remain
ed browsing among some TUFTS of scant
grass.
Preacher" said his companion, aft
er he had mounted the animal, 81
wish l was different, but | can't be,
an there amt no use trying Ican't
repent, cause / can't forgive him."
David shook him warmly by the
hand and said, Don't forget to speak
gently-that will make you different.
/ will look for you at the meeting to-
morrow"
Tomorrow, mebbe I'll be different
tomorrow. an if / am, mebbe I'll tell
you then. Good night"
Good night, friend"
The evangelist gazed after him as he
rode slowly away. The moon looked
over the snow-capped peaks and
flooded the canyon with a sea OF
white splendor. The rider entered the
canyon and disappeared behind a line
of granite boulders. Once again he
came into view in a winding pathway
far down the rocky valley. Waves of
light from the moons sea of splendor
rolled Ger him, and for q moment he
seemed to David to have been washed
and made whittier than snow.
81 trust he may be-" fervently
whispered the preacher as he turned
and walked away.
There was no peace that night for
the occupant of the cabin on the ledge
above the stream. Within his soul a
thousand emotions battled with the
ierceness of tigers. Nameless terrors
seized upon him. Black shadows
lurked in the n of the cabin. Ar.
rows of the moonlight shot through
the chinks between the slabs. They
seemed like threatening swords. He
piled the fireplace high with pine
knots and set fire to them, thinking
to find refuge in a blaze of light. He
seized q branch and struck at the dark
one, scattering it in smoking fragments
about the room. He sobbed over the
fair one and tried to kiss it's lips of
flame. He cried aloud, 81 won't for
give himl cant repent! Curse himl
Curse himl''
At midnight the storm in the soul
OF the troubled man lulled, and a sui
len calm settled upon him. Pale and
exhausted, he flung himself upon the
pile Of wolf skins. The fire burned
low, and the red shimmering of the
dying embers tinged the walls of the
cabin with the hue of blood as he fell
asleep. 1t was q broken-haunted sleep.
Dream-monsters filled it, white phan-
toms OF memory and black demons of
revenge. The sleeper tossed and
moaned fitfully. The fair face came
into his dreams. The eyes were full Of
tears, and the mouth was piteously
sad. The lips moved, and the dream
ing man heard a voice sweet and
low
"Israell Israeli"
"Kate," murmured the dreamer.
"He was my brother" continued
the voice. years ago he went away
to another land. / thought he was,
dead, but he came again, an he put
his arms round me, an he kissed me
just like when we was children. If
you'd only waited-if you'd only
trusted me-if you'd only said one
word so as to have knowed him. 1t
was innocent blood"
The dreamer groaned.
when you went away, / grieved
for you an / soon died for the want
of you; for you was always good to
me, all but your s'picion. / wish /
could see you'll love you yet, an I've
forgiven YOU"
The voice ceased, and the fair face
went out of his dream.
With @ strange cry the tormented
man sprang from the wolf-skins and
stared wildly about him. His face
was ashen and his eyes cleaned. The
fire was out, and the dull, gray light
of a drear morning stole through the
chinks of the cabin. Storm-clouds
were hurrying over the mountains.
Clutching ~nervously at the air, the
wretched sufferer cried h~oarsely,
"Kate! Katel Kate! Don't leave me,
Katel"
He listened. There was no answer.
He crept about the cabin and peered
into the corners.
"Gone? Not herel Her brotherl
Innercent blood! O, my Godl An
she's forgiven me. Katel'
He listened again. A sobbing sound
fell upon his a 1t was the wind
among the pines.
"The teacher there was inherent
blood on Israel, He said forgive